#i wanted to actually get these done lmao.

[glorious-spoon]

9-1-1 Season 7 Post-Mortem

Mostly because I want to put my thoughts in order. Full disclosure: I'm really not thrilled with a lot of the choices this season made, but I'm also not at the 'fuck this show I hate it now' level either. The primary, overarching issue, IMO, is that they tried to stuff a full season's worth of plot into ten episodes, and the pacing and emotional continuity suffered badly. And also there were some writing choices that were simply deranged (and hopefully would have been reworked had they not been laying down the tracks in front of the speeding train, so to speak).

(Cut for me rambling at length)

So: Bobby and Athena were largely really solidly written. The cruise ship disaster was great: campy and OTT, but in a fun way. Their marital issues and the eventual resolution felt like a natural continuation of issues they've had in the past. Bobby Begins 3.0 was a great episode other than the cartel element, which was some ill-considered racial stereotyping (I've said it before and I'll say it again: you could have had the antagonists in that episode be a bunch of angry locals threatening people for tresspassing on their property, and the whole thing would have been 100% less gross without actually changing much of the plot. Really felt like Tim was cribbing from the similar Lone Star arc, which was also lazy and racist). Amir was a fantastic character, and while I could have done without that last scene of him offering Bobby absolution, I feel like he was generally allowed to be both gracious and rightfully angry. The cop Athena stuff in the finale was... less great, but also to be expected. I would have liked much less of that and much more time spent at Bobby's bedside.

(I'm really sad about the house fire mostly because that was one of my favorite sets, but I do appreciate the poetry of the parallel, with Bobby actually managing to get his wife out this time. Though I do wonder where Harry was that night, lmao.)

Hen was similarly wonderful. I really liked getting to see her wrestle with the responsibility of being captain, and the fallout of the car accident scene. In a vacuum, I actually like Ortiz as a villain - a complicated one, with sympathetic motivations, but still ostentatiously cruel. Were it not for the fact that there are basically NO latine characters other than Eddie who aren't villains this season, it would have been great. ALAS.

Did not love the rescue dog/foster child parallel with Mara. Otherwise really loved getting to see her settle in with the Wilsons, and I'm really glad that we got to see Chim and Maddie take her in instead of leaving her at the group home by the end of the season. Really leaned into the found family element, and Chim taking care of his best friend's child in the same way that Mrs. Lee did for him.

CHIM! Chim my beloved. 'There Goes The Groom' is the one episode that I have basically no issues with at all. The hallucinatory trip through Los Angeles, wrestling with Doug's ghost, was gorgeous. Bringing back Kevin - also gorgeous. I loved that we see the Lees explicitly framed as his real family (and am spitefully glad that his bio dad was nowhere to be found. Fuck that guy.) Kenny continues to be, IMO, the best actor on this show. He killed it. We need so many more Chim-centric episodes, because they're always SO good. He can make both humor and pathos feel so natural and human. Give us more Chim!

And of course on to Buck's bisexual arc, which was... so painfully Buck, lmao. Full disclosure: I have a lot of trouble rewatching 7x04 and 7x05 because the secondhand embarrassment is just too much for me, but objectively it feels very right and in character for him. LOVED the first kiss scene, with his dawning realization of what's about to happen and his softly stunned joy afterward. His coming out scenes with both Maddie and Eddie were lovely and perfectly appropriate to both relationships. I really liked him taking the initiative to reach out to Tommy to apologize and ask for a second chance after he fucked up their first date. Loved Tommy showing up at the hospital after what was clearly a long, miserable shift.

Their date in the finale didn't really land for me mostly because of where it was placed in the episode; if they did something with the two of them after Buck spent the entire day at Bobby's bedside waiting to see if he was going to live, it would have felt a lot more natural to me to have them exhaustedly eating takeout on the couch or something instead of having a formal sit-down date with wine and place settings. Intentionally or not, that made it feel like they're still on Date Behavior with each other and despite some gestures toward emotional vulnerability, they're not quite there yet - as seen by Buck steering the conversation back to flirting and innuendo. My overall feeling on the relationship at this point is that it's cute, but I'm not seeing any real depth of feeling between them yet.

Buck and Eddie on the other hand - look, despite my many MANY issues with Eddie's plot this season, I loved how his relationship with Buck was written. I love the intimacy and familiarity of how they are together, I loved the way Eddie let himself lean on Buck, I loved how Buck is clearly positioned as an integral part of the Diaz family.

Unfortunately, that's really the only thing I loved about Eddie's plot this season. His relationship with Marisol was ultimately pointless; she was never fleshed out enough to feel like a real character, and we never even see the fallout of Eddie's cheating with regard to her; it's all Chris. The Kim stuff strained credulity, and also I never felt like he got any kind of emotional catharsis or resolution through it; he still hasn't really confronted any of his issues about Shannon, about their marriage and how it ended. That whole arc felt really wobbly in terms of tone, as well: using plot elements of a very famous psychological thriller without actually acknowledging any of the creepiness of it. I would have liked it to lean into that more especially with the scene where Kim dresses up as Shannon, an objectively creepy and unhinged thing to do.

The Diaz parents handled the Chris thing in a selfish and opportunistic way that felt both disappointing and inevitable. Hopefully that's going to be a hook for the next season and Eddie actually confronting them, but overall Eddie's plot this season really felt like they just tossed a bunch of balls up in the air and mostly failed to catch them.

Gerrard - look, I'm not that worried about Gerrard. I could have done without him, but ultimately he's going to stick around just long enough to make his inevitable defeat satisfying. At least, that's my hope.

[abouttofillhisshoes]

"i’ve been very bad. i think i need to be punished. "

need mpind matty to take the piss and start talking to girlie like he's in a bad porno

mpind matty would sooo fucking do that and be a total shit about it lmao. onwards, it'd look a little something like:

The two of you sitting on the sofa, sides touching as you watch something random on the telly. Matty being the chronic ADHDer he is can't focus on the film for the life of him, getting oh-so easily distracted by the pressure of your thigh against his, skin bare as you wear nothing except cotton panties under your his shirt.

Oh course it riles him up, seeing you half naked just sitting there, watching a film like you don't have, in his words, "the most gorgeous, ready-for-you man" sitting right next to you. You scoff at his words, rolling your eyes and turning your attention away from him something he definitely doesn't like.

It starts with a hand on your knee, tracing pattern into your skin absentmindedly before slowly trailing north, inching the hem of your shirt upwards. he knows hes not sneaky in the slightest, and you do genuinely want to watch the film, so you push his hand away, shifting to be a bit more out of his reach.

Matty doesn't stop pestering you, even going so far as pulling you in for a messy kiss, shamelessly feeling you up over your shirt. You don't want to give him what he wants, knowing it'd spur him on in the future.

The last straw is him fully jumping on top of you, straddling your lap with his also bare legs, having gotten rid of his jeans when he noticed your lack of bottoms. His shirt falls over his body like a sheet, his shoulder visible where he had cut the neckline open. The effort it took to fling himself into your lap has him panting as he stares into your eyes, challenging you to say something.

"That desperate for my attention, are you?" you're visibly annoyed, getting the remote to pause the telly before turning your eyes back to the boy perched on top of you.

Something lights up in Matty when he sees your disgruntled reaction to his little spiel, licking his lips as words form in his mouth. "I've been bad." he breathes, smirking at you. "I think i need to be punished."

You screw your eyes shut at his cringey choice of words, pressing your hands to his chest to push him off you. He fights back, using your shoulders for leverage and pushing you down.

"I've been a naughty, naughty girl." Matty pitches his voice high, giggling maniacally as you groan, scrambling to get him off you. A moment of silence passes between the two of you and you think he's finally done. Oh, how wrong you are.

"I haven't any money to pay you for these drinks." he gestures at the worn down mugs filled with rosé and you cock your head, confused. What the fuck is he on about? He literally bought the wine, you were there.

"I could pay you some other way baby, make you feel real good." his hands cup your tits through your shirt, grinding his hips down on to you so obscenely you question your entire relationship with him.

Matty throws his head back, moaning almost incoherent words that sound like something straight out of a shit porno, making you cringe inwardly and outwardly, your hands splayed over his front, trying to shove him off you.

"Fucks sake Matty what is your damage?" you half groan half laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"Nothing, actually, i'm just a free spirit." he might actually kill you, you think.

"Anyway, speaking of fucking." Matty's inflection makes shiver run up your spine as he peers down at you from above, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'd quite like you to fuck me now, seeing as we are in the required position, hm?"

You roll your eyes a second time, shaking your head dismissively. "Fuck no mate, you've ruined the mood now." Matty's expression deflates at your words, a performative pout adorning his lips.

He's unusually quiet for the next few moments, his eyes raking over your face and body, landing on your hard nipples visible from under your shirt. His tongue runs over his bottom lip, wetting it as his hands trails down your sides, caressing the skin.

Matty lets his right hand sink further, bunching up your shirt over your hips. He thumbs at the waistband of your underwear, making you gasp. Matty smiles giddily at your reaction, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your neck, his fingers dancing along the skin of your inner thighs.

You let him touch you, feeling his digits slip under the cotton of your panties, the newfound pressure on your clit making a small moan spill from your lips.

"Sure i've ruined the mood? Your body tells me otherwise, darling." Matty coos into your ear, grinning wildly as your hands find his back, bringing him impossibly closer

[catscidr]

// untitled fic nº 110 //

i. note — i was feeling a certain typa way because i kept coming across fics where the reader was described as busty so i wrote this in like two hours to make myself feel better lmao sue me…. ii. includes — dottore, afab!reader. no pronouns used, only descriptions of boobs/looking womanly (?) iii. cw — fluff, hurt/comfort, crack-ish bc this is a little silly, dottore is trying his best (maaaybe ooc), a little suggestive but nothing happens, talks of sex and oral, casual touching. MDNI. tldr reader is self conscious about their body and dottore tries to make them feel better lol iv. wc — 1,8k

It’s not often that you get to lay in bed with your lover; he’s always busy running around his lab, either fixing others’ mistakes or scrapping his own work to start over what he has spent so much time on. Dating the infamous Il Dottore was a challenge not many were strong enough for, but you made it work.

You would spend time with him in Haeresys by helping him with some tasks (even if they were small, and didn’t really need to be done in the first place). Handing him different tools when he’d wordlessly ask for them while neck deep in the guts of a Ruin Guard, carefully organizing old reports and documents in his desk that would never see the light of day anytime soon, and bringing him a healthy meal to eat while he worked (though you would do that yourself, because Archon forbid he actually eats on his own accord).

So, given how sparse your time together is, of course you would make it count. Of course you would use that time wisely, go out for an evening to a nice restaurant, maybe even cuddle up on the couch to binge an entire season of a show you had been meaning to watch for ages but couldn't bring yourself to because you wanted to watch it with him.

You wouldn’t dare spend your evening together in bed, wallowing in your own self-pity while he sits up, reading a book you can’t even stomach the contents of.

...Except that’s exactly what you’re doing.

You can't really help it, though. You know how he is; diligent and hardworking, a man of his craft. You know he doesn’t have the time to entertain you and your silly questions and hypotheticals, you know he’s not too fond of sweet touches and words of affection. You know this isn’t your typical relationship, but you don’t mind because you get to be with him— and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Save for when you sulk and feel so incredibly insecure and inadequate for a man such as himself.

Humans have needs. You are human, and you have needs. Dottore is a human (to some extent, though still technically human), so he, naturally, also has needs.

The issue lies in the enormous, metaphorical physical gap between you and your lover. Naturally, Dottore is essentially married to his craft, so getting any sort of action is usually out of the question. You can get a peck or two out of him, one in the morning and one at night (if you’re even awake to feel his scarred lips gently pressing into your cheek), but that’s where the list of physical affection ends.

You’ve talked about your desires and boundaries alike when you first (officially) started going out. The discussion didn’t leave out anything sexual in nature either; though the conversation was mostly led by you, while he simply nodded and pitched in with a word or two every so often.

It’s not to say you’ve never been physical with one another. But recently it’s been happening less and less, and you’ve been finding yourself in this position a lot more often; curled into yourself, lost in your own thoughts as you picked out every little detail about you that you were certain weren’t up to his standards. 

It’s only when you feel him shift next to you that you’re brought back to your shared bedroom, away from the rainy clouds stuffing your mind. 

Dottore shuts the book in his lap, keeping his right hand’s thumb wedged between the pages. He peers down at you with a curious expression, silently analyzing your suspicious silence. 

“You’re quieter than usual,” he comments, tone as flat as it could be. You crane your neck back to look up at him, the duvet covering most of your face as you wrack your brain for something to say. 

After a second of opening and closing your mouth, you finally say something. “’M just tired,” you murmur quietly, nuzzling deeper into the blankets to sell your point. He hums in response, placing his book on the nightstand next to his side of the bed and crosses his arms in front of him, brow quirked up in disapproval. Piercing red eyes stare down at you, making you hold back a shudder. Archons, you’d never get tired of seeing him without that ornate mask of his.

“It’s quite abnormal for you, of all people, to be silent when presented with the opportunity to have a conversation with me, uninterrupted” Dottore states, watching as you tense in your little cocoon. After a beat you emerge from your safety, chin just barely peeking out of the edge of the duvet. 

“...I had a long day.” You avoid looking at him, a pout gracing your lips. He huffs in response and runs a hand through his loose hair. “Long day you say?” Dottore keeps his composure intact, remembering the moments you’ve whined to him throughout the day about how completely and utterly bored you felt. 

“Mm. Long day, right,” he brings one hand down to hold onto the duvet and pulls it down, making you reach for the blanket to cover yourself up; though your efforts are in vain. “What’s on your mind.” 

The way he spoke to you sent shivers down your spine, shuddering at the way he spoke in a way he would when making a statement. 

“Nuhh... nothing. Nothing at all, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shift in the bed to cover yourself, even if it’s entirely unnecessary. The tee shirt you wore covered you plenty, but without the duvet you just felt so... exposed. Especially with how well Dottore could read your body language; it’s like you didn’t even need to say anything (because you didn’t). 

His gaze on you never relents as he scrutinizes your appearance; your furrowed brows, your hair sprawled across the pillow- still damp from your shower- and the way your lip trembles almost imperceptibly as you hold back the urge to talk about what’s been bothering you. He hates having to metaphorically twist your arm to get you to open up, but if that’s what he needed to do to keep you sane, he’d do it over and over again. 

Dottore scoots his body down to lay in the bed properly and turns to his side to face you, icy hair cascading down his neck as he pulls you in towards him with a hand on your waist. You squeak, tilting your head back so as to not invade his personal space. 

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, softer than before but still with a demanding tone. You shrink, avoiding looking into his eyes. 

“Nothi-” 

“I’m not in the mood for games.” He says your name quietly, thinly veiled with an unspoken warning. 

With a huff you bite the inside of your cheeks, and finally relent. You speak quietly and without even an ounce of confidence, earning a sharp sigh from your lover. 

“I can’t hear you when you mumble like th-” 

“I’m flat!” you practically shout. 

Dottore blinks back the whiplash that hit him in the face, stern expression fading into one of complete and utter perplexion. You don’t elaborate, staying quiet as a deep flush takes over your cheeks. 

“You’re... what?” 

He stares at you owlishly, for once at a loss for words. You nod, sitting up to properly articulate your feelings now that the cat was out of the bag. 

“My boobs are small! I have no ass! I’m... I look like a door!” You gesture at your chest, expression looking entirely distraught as you vent your feelings out to your lover. Your shoulders droop down unceremoniously, lips jutting out in a pout as you stare at the wall to avoid crossing Dottore’s gaze. The sound of the wind howling outside of your bedroom window morphs into what almost sounds like a laugh, as if mother nature herself was cackling at your expense.

“I feel bad when people see you with me. I can’t... I have such a bad gag reflex I can’t even take a third of your dick in my m-” 

He cuts you off by placing a hand on your shoulder, frown etched deep onto his face. If you looked closely you’d see red dusting the tips of his ears, contrasting against his hair. 

“You’re self-conscious because you have... small breasts and a... sensitive uvula?” Dottore says, his tone completely void of the confidence he usually carried. Fingers comb through your hair, light and gentle, as he thinks of what he can even say in response to your confession. 

You sniffle, looking down at yourself. The shirt you wore did little to help your smaller cup size— and as you frown at yourself, you bring a hand up and place it over one breast. “See, even my hand can cover them easily. My body doesn’t have even a little bit of curves.” 

Although at a loss, Dottore recovers from the absurdity of the situation in record time. He shifts your body so you’re now facing him, and very casually slips his hands underneath your shirt to cup your breasts. He speaks before you can, cutting off the slurry of complaints you had ready. 

“Have I ever complained about them?” he asks solemnly, forcing you to look at him. “As far as I’m aware I never have. Why bother being concerned over something so trivial?” 

His hands squeeze them gently, making you squeak in response. The more seconds pass, the more ashamed and flustered you feel for even bringing this up. As if a man of his caliber would even care for something like this, how stupid do you have to be to think of him as someone that only cared for looks?

“Well, no, but-” another squeeze cuts off your train of thoughts,” -b-but the rest...! Men like women with a fuller figure, I can’t even give you a titjob!” 

The words that flew out of your mouth made his head spin, from both irritation and embarrassment simultaneously. He inhales and exhales slowly, dragging his palms down to your ribs, then your waist, until they settle atop your hips. 

“I’ve never asked for anything of the sort,” he sighs, observing the changes in your face carefully. 

“Yeah, but-” 

“No ‘but’s. Your body is fine. It does not matter how it looks like from the outside; your organs are working properly, and you do not have any abnormalities forming anywhere inside or outside of it. How your figure looks holds little importance to me.” 

His words sink in, and you feel your invisible dog ears droop to rest flat on top of your head as you glance down at your lap, shame ringing in your ears. Dottore’s grasp tightens around your hips, demanding for your attention to be on him once again, refusing to let you sulk as long as he could help it.

“Although, putting functionality aside, do I need to remind you exactly what I think of your body? Shall I remind you how you make me feel whenever I see you parading around my office? How my body reacts to you?”

Your lips threaten to quirk up into a sheepish smile, but your shame still ate you up from the inside, keeping you from reacting. Your lover hums and flashes you a wolfish grin, leaning in towards your neck to nibble at your ear, teasing the flushed skin. 

“We do have the rest of the night to ourselves, don’t we? Want to find out just how much your body affects me, my love?”

[tainbocuailnge]

i think if you’re having like actual sex between consenting adults with shalem rather than throwing him into the noncon mindbreak hdoujin situations he’s made for he’s gonna default to a service role immediately but idk if he’s like actually actively into that and let’s be real he doesn’t know either it's just a safe inoffensive conduct to fall back on because he doesn't trust whatever his actual desires might be. i think he does know what he's into to a reasonable extent he just doesnt fucking trust it and therefore doesn't want to act on it.

he cooperates with medical and wants to live but if his s2 is anything to go by his physical wellbeing isn't actually a particularly high priority for him and we know violence excites him (if not necessarily also in a sex way) so i dont think he would mind having violent kink shit done to him on like a bodily experience level or being asked to do so to his partner. he might even enjoy it as a grounding in your body type thing but if you draw too much attention to the power dynamics aspect he gets nervous. his behaviour being controlled + resisting this control being exactly what the other wants are the foundation of what’s fucking wrong with him and he’s just gonna spiral mid-sex if you try to bring that into it (hot in the doujins but not enjoyable in practise)

like i think he would get really into artistically brutalising someone in the heat of the moment but even if the other party is into it and consented to playing this out and is fine afterwards he’s still not actually gonna feel good about doing it because of how much his enjoyment of violence is tied to that of the troupe. so it's not really possible to have safe sane and consensual violent sadomasochist sex with shalem even though he was so carefully cultivated to be good at it unless you're willing to wait out like 10 years of therapy first. sad! well there's other freaks. but if you hand him an outfit he will put it on and he's still doing hobby theater at rhodes despite the fucking everything so i feel like he’d enjoy more lighthearted roleplay scenarios like idk the farmer’s son who’s trying to savour something other than the whiskey, and also just putting on outfits to have sex in by itself. he pays a lot of attention to how he dresses.

but again all of this requires that he knows and trusts what he wants enough to have sex about it which currently is not fucking happening lmao and his misery is soooo hot he should star in noncon mindbreak hdoujins about it. safe sane & consensual shalem sex is unfeasible but fortunately he's fictional (more fictional than most!) so extremely ill-advised and unethical sex is absolutely on the table

[shuttershocky]

i remember precisely one pgr character story that actually felt... at least somewhat properly tragic. And it was the white healer cyborg (Liv)'s backstory even though it was basically a typical evil stepmother plot. Nothing was done about anything in this story later on. Everything after the releaze character stories tended to be somehow even more boring and blandly executed.

I've described Kurogames' writing before like reading a wikipedia summary of a plot, but nowhere is this more obvious than Liv's backstory because of the stark contrast between how interesting the concept is and how boring reading the actual thing was.

She's a cyborg Cinderella! She was a dainty, weak girl who slowly lost her family after her father remarried and she never fit in with her new stepmother and stepsiblings (were they also all girls? I don't remember anymore). But instead of a fairy godmother making her beautiful and finding love, she ended up getting shipped off into a military complex where her body got fried and her mind placed into a war machine. Since she gained real friends in Lucia and Lee (and the player) though, she's never felt more human despite no longer even being "alive".

Now if you write those plot points down, the concept looks like a decent story arc. It could have been one even, if Kuro remembered that PGR used visual novel-style cutscenes and was not an anime, so we don't actually see all the little nervous tells and self-loathing feelings of dehumanization that was probably in Kurogames' imagination when writing the thing. In this format, you need your dialogue (or narration) to carry all the human details you cannot show, and PGR can only write dialogue that keeps things moving.

In fact all of PGR's story ideas from the start until Kowloon (which is where I stopped reading) all had ideas that could work as interesting sci-fi shorts, but since Kuro only writes down an outline of plot points that they want to happen in a story and tries to zip from Point A to Point B as quick as possible, everything ends up flat and unearned. It's like telling a joke but you were so excited for how funny the punchline was in your head that you forgot to actually build up to it, so nobody laughs.

And from what I have seen, none of that got fixed for Wuthering Waves lmao

[junijunniper]

Quite a bit to read down below! but I do have important information in regards to future plans.

So my research is still on going, and my mind broke when I tried to make sense of heavy's minigun... I gave up on it as you can see. Well I did learn a couple of things but like half of that gun does not exist and the other half does but my brain can't make sense of it. beep boop machinery.

Rant aside. I still do have that one alternative version of events story with cross faction heavymedic I did not forget about it, but came into conflict in between "I wanna draw it" and "I wanna write it because I don't have time for drawing" But I'd still like to doodle it away. Though I want to test the waters and ask the question, I did remember mentioning in the other blog that a friend got me into another ship, with the heavy and the pyro, not the actual pyro more like a fempyro but without the latex catsuit. And their version is very cute! Would be like the side thing. But wanna know if you aren't going to 360 no-scope me from the moon for shipping something as crack as that. (And no the real pyro we know doesn't get replaced they're just there vibing) There's also this other... AU that I have also for the pair that takes inspiration on a very old but very devilish modern AU that probably sparked the "why do people make Medic an uke?!?!?!!" stereotype lmao. If you know what that AU is then comment it down below ;) But I also took inspiration from Zarla's Jacob's got nothing on me. I have a series of unfortunate but dumb and silly events I'll doodle those laters but work starts tomorrow and a lot of things to be done regardless! se ya'll.

[cdelphiki]

OKAY!! I am home finally. Car buying is in limbo, the dealer I was working with lowballed me on my trade in and I'm not taking half what its worth according to KBB. I'd literally rather drive this car for two more years while saving up the $400 a month I was about to spend on a new car and drive it until it's actually worth the 3800 he tried to offer me. I wanted to get a new car instead of new tires on this damn car, because its a 2015 and I want to come into the 2020s in safety features and I want an AC that works better. But tires cost, like, a grand tops thanks to the WONDERFUL economy and a new car costs 30k so. That's easy math.

I'm gonna go look at other dealerships over the next few weekends but we'll see where it goes. I'm not taking less than the KBB fair trade in value. If that means I'm not buying a car then it's no sweat off my back. If they want a sale they'll give me my completely and totally reasonable ask.

All that to say, I'm back home now. I was at Momocon last weekend, then spent the rest of the week with my parents, so I actually got no writing at all done. I opened scrivener twice, and didn't write at all lmao. But I'm back now, and am gonna write some this evening. I doubt I get a chapter done tonight, but I'll have one for Wednesday. ❤️

[impishtubist]

what if Sirius and Remus both think they’re straight until well into their fifties. Remus is miserable and repressed and Sirius is honestly too emotionally fucked up from The Horrors to delve too much into it. plus he’s been busy taking care of Harry!!

but then he meets Remus’s cool son who’s just left Hogwarts and they start hanging out because he really IS cool and Sirius has a great time with him. a really great time actually, because suddenly he can’t stop thinking about him and wants to hang out all the time and he’s always sending owls with random things that make him think of Teddy and little gifts that he just has to get him. and then one Friday night they wobble back from the pub together and Teddy’s hair looks so good in the lamplight so Sirius just reaches out and touches it and then they’re kissing and it’s incredible and he can’t believe he’s never done this before. and it just gets better and better and before he knows it he’s fucking a guy and then suddenly he’s fucking this guy all the time.

they keep it a secret for ages because Sirius feels really weird about telling Remus (he can’t put his finger on exactly why) but eventually they do and Remus is forced to see his very good looking friend draped over his son and he feels so angry and sad about it. he also can’t put his finger on why, until he hears Sirius fucking his son one night and has a terrible revelation

HAPPY PRIDE yes let's start off by talking about this.

YES, give me more stories where Sirius and Remus think they are straight until much later in life. 30s, 40s, 50s, yes to all of this!

I LOVE this chaos. I love the idea of neither of them figuring it out until Teddy is older and he catches Sirius's attention. You didn't make it explicit here who pursues who, but I kind of love the idea of Teddy making the first move and kissing Sirius and Sirius is like oh. Oh, this is how it's supposed to feel. Going from kissing a guy to fucking a guy to fucking that guy all the time, yes, I love this for him!

And LMAO okay the idea of Remus having this terrible revelation about his sexuality while Sirius is fucking Teddy and he can hear them? DELICIOUS. 100/10 no notes.

[razs-archetype]

The blaze rods!! + one other. Just some quick references for an au perhaps. That I may or may not do more with.

[choccy-milky]

MC doing what we all wished we could do (aka napping on the floor with ominis )😴💕

[lilybug-02]

Bribed with Chocolate. The way it should be.

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--Full Series--

More to come as this is a two-parter. But you know how I am with schedules.

Bonus:

I think this was an equally possible reaction from Chara.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

okay unironically I love so much that porter is like this world SUCKS its BAD here and it HURTS you why do you care abt it!!! and literally every single bad kid is like ngl we just hate ur ass it does not matter what ur philosophy is

[min-xie]

help i cant stop drawing fem neuvillette

[roppiepop]

K-pop AU (fic pending)

| super late redraw challenge | Veil by K0TTERl |

[5qui99l3draws]

*does the 3D equivalent of doodling a big sparkly eye in the margins of your class notes*

[moeblob]

I've been debating playing more RF4S so uh. Have he.